Chapter 40.6- Doom Days

Knowing the spell meant that it was just a simple matter of a countercurse. At least that was the case when the curse was placed on a person. When placed on an object, however? The calculations were fundamentally different. It was why cursebreaking was such a hallowed profession and why they were always in demand.

Regardless, this would b easier than actual cursebreaking. For one, there was only one curse on the comb, and for the other it hadn’t been there long enough for the magic to begin to metastasize and transform into something more complicated as often tended to be the case with the objects and places that real cursebreakers tended to be called in for. Give a curse enough time, and even a simple ear shriveling curse can turn into a deafness, blindness, and paralysis cure in time. Those things evolved.

I felt at the comb with my magic, searching out where the curse was anchored. Cursing an object required an anchor of some sort. In this case, the anchor was in the shaft. At the edge of the shaft, right where the first and last of the teeth met it. I pulled at that with my own magic before using the counter curse and breaking the curse itself.

“Well done. Now for the last bit, Mr Potter” Lucien said, fishing out the spider.

“Imperio” I said, and I felt a rush in my mind as the spider’s will fought mine for half a second before I crushed it. Then I began to direct it to make movements as Lucien specified them.

“Crucio” I said when Lucien nodded at me to indicate the first bit was over and done with. And the spider’s screams echoed through the room as I briefly found myself lost in the sound.

“That’s enough, Mr Potter . Now for the last one.’” He said.

“Avada Kedavra” I whispered, and in a flash of green, the spider was put out of its misery.

“How curious. Curious is the word you British use, right?” Lucien said

“What’s curious?”

“Your killing curse sings in a way I’ve only seen with one other. Tell me, Harry Potter, when was the last time you died” He asked with an uncomfortable intensity, getting into my space. Our eyes met, I suddenly felt myself thinking of my life as Doom and in a flash I tossed him out of my mind. That had been fast. Too fast.

“I apologise, Harry Potter. I lost myself in my curiousity for a second” he said.

“Apology accepted”. I said even as my wand ached to turn him to dust.

“Come along, Vampire. Back in your cell” The Enforcer that had tried to stop him from draining the other guy stepped in, grabbing a hold of the Vampire and pushing him backwards.

“Cell?” I found myself asking.

“Oh yes, Harry Potter. I let your ICW think they have me under their control and in custody. In exchange, they let me assuage my curiosity here and there and keep me fed as I wish”

“So you don’t usually administer these things, then”

“Why would I? You are an interesting one, Harry Potter. I can not wait to see the chaos you will bring. The Doom you shall leave in your wake, if you would” He said winking in my face as he was led off.